Chapter Forty-Three

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Bella  It was like a referee blew a whistle.  All play stopped, all the players were frozen on the field.  Except for Byron, who somehow managed to slide off his chair and hit the floor with a dull thump.  For the rest of my life I will never forget the expression on Wyatt’s face.  Then Daphne burst out in a fit of slightly-drunk giggles, and made some attempt to pull Byron up off the floor.  Louis sat back, his arms crossed over his chest, and a smug look on his face – not at all repentant for just setting off that bomb in front of the whole pack.  And the pack... oh god the pack, they were hooting and cheering and whistling for all they were worth.  The wave of happiness that washed through the link made my face burn.  I covered my face with my hands to try and hide it, so I wasn’t look

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